A cold wind at sunrise. Daffodils nod, while the forsythia shakes its yellow fingers in a vaguely apotropaic gesture. Hard frost on the way.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: daffodils
Ground fog up in the field glows faintly...
Ground fog up in the field glows faintly orange in the sunrise. Under the old dog statue, a cartoon yelp of yellow: the first daffodil.
Also tagged dog statue, fog, sunrise
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Despite the steady rain and continued...
Despite the steady rain and continued cold, the first daffodils are out around the dog statue, limp yellow frocks sodden against the ground.
Also tagged dog statue, rain
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Cold. The fat daffodil buds sag on...
Cold. The fat daffodil buds sag on their stalks. Will this be a year without a spring? Will warblers return to find a sleeping forest?
Also tagged climate change
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The miniature daffodils around the...
The miniature daffodils around the dog statue have shriveled in the night. Turkeys display at the edge of the field, reversible blooms.
Also tagged wild turkey
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Yellow at daybreak: forsythia, daffodils...
Yellow at daybreak: forsythia, daffodils, the spicebush by the springhouse, a flock of goldfinches… what else? The sun crests the ridge.
Also tagged forsythia, goldfinches, spicebush, springhouse, sunrise
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It’s cold. The first two miniature...
It’s cold. The first two miniature daffodils are open, and stand among the crowd of upright buds with their heads bowed toward the earth.
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Hard rain with a bit of wind. But dreariness...
Hard rain with a bit of wind. But dreariness is impossible with so many variations on yellow: spicebush, forsythia, daffodils, pussy willow.
Also tagged forsythia, pussy willow, spicebush
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A ray of sun penetrating the lilac...
A ray of sun penetrating the lilac illuminates the two daffodils at the base of its hind legs, and the dog statue stands on yellow stars.
Also tagged lilac
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Myrtle, speedwell, daffodils, bittercress...
Myrtle, speedwell, daffodils, bittercress—who cares if it’s 26 degrees? At the edge of the woods, a solitary vireo’s slow and dreamy song.
Also tagged blue-headed vireo
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